Friday, August 12, 2011

Light reveals Light

Sunlight in Kauai , July 2011

I am a light seeker.  I was born and raised in the Northwest and have lived with a slow simmering wish for for a bit more sun almost daily.  I did live eight years in the Mojave Desert in California when my children were small, and although the intensity of the heat was usually too hot to be out in, the light it cast was like adding sugar to yeast, and my spirits bloomed and bubbled with its addition.

We built our home almost five years ago, hoping the windows on the south side would fill our home with light. However, we didn't take into consideration how deeply our lot was going to be excavated and have found the rock retaining wall and fence above it on the south side have hidden some of the sun we were planning to enjoy. 

I painted the house in saturated colors of green, camel, and blue with a warm red kitchen added for spice, before we moved in. Unfortunately, I've found that I often need to keep the lights on in the house during the day to keep my spirits up. I have been researching new paint colors for months, and have learned that adding light colored walls to a dark room only makes them look dingy.  Apparently mid-tone colors are the key, as they have to provide the entire color interest by themselves with little help from the sun-light. 
We recently added track lighting to our laundry room and now its bright CFL lights  make the room look like God has taken up residence there. The hallway around it glows and we're half expecting a divine voice to instruct us to go on a mission of some kind.

I was watching the weather report a few summer's ago and saw a pitiful yet sweet example of our exhausting Northwest search for sunshine.  The weatherman was showing a fast-forward chronology of the day's cloud cover and pointed excitedly to two brief  sun-sightings that occurred around noon.  The sightings undoubtedly provoked a hope inspired run on sunscreen at our neighborhood Walgreen's. 
 I found the following poem the other day and loved it!

I wish I was a glow worm,
A glow worm's never glum.
'Cos how can you be grumpy
When the sun shines out your bum!
~Author Unknown
Indeed, a luminescent bum shouts nothing but good times! David writes in Psalm 36:9, "For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light". I've been pondering that verse.  It would seem that when we accept the love God offers us, how much easier it is to see the world as a reflection of God's love and in turn we share His love and light as an abundance in us that cannot be kept to ourselves or hidden. Light reveals light.
As I continue to search for tangible light around my home, I'm reminded of how looking for the blessings around me will teach me a few things about their source. Flowers are an easy God sighting for me, so I will share with you a few of some recent blooms around my home.

Bumblebees just love my Mallow flowers.
A daisy = smiles
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My Betty Boop rose has shown me that she just LOVES fish fertilizer.
Voodoo Rose is a new addition to my garden this year.
My dahlia's are in bloom, yeah!
A bouquet of blessings on their way to a friend.
Petals of sunshine!

Don Juan rose is showing his moves this year.

These flowers add such smiles when I look out my side kitchen window.



Wednesday, July 20, 2011

RX: Pick Three Flowers and Call Me in the Morning.

"Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful: they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul."...Luther Burbank

I don't think I would want to meet the person whose spirits weren't lifted by the sight or scent of a flower. Flowers are a rich celebration of color, form and fragrance and are continually used to commemorate special occasions, or even the reason for the occasion, such as Washington's tulip,daffodil and lavender festivals.  Flowers inspired artists like Claude Monet and Vincent Van Gogh to paint art that continues to stir our souls and at the same time relax our bodies.  For centuries people have used flowers as part of their worship, and in ancient times flower bulbs, as well as spices, were used as currency. They are of infinite value.


A dear friend of mine recently fell down and broke her hip. Gorgeous bouquets of  flowers continue to be brought to her home and their presence has shown her how special she is to us, as well as uplifting her spirits and soothing the emotional trauma of her surgery. When my children were young I would send them to school with big bouquets of flowers from my yard to their hard-working teachers, and my flowers today seem to be just the thing when one of my neighbor's blesses me with a ride to the doctor, or is sick or in mourning...or just because.
These little beauties are some of my first spring blooms.






I love how the lavender stems of the sedums echo the color of the rhododendron.

My delphiniums have been known to cure tension headaches!

 So, if you are: thankful, sad, joyful, blessed, stressed, honored, cranky, in pain, in love, rejected, mad, moody, reflective, worried, exuberant, nervous, blissful, or bashful, pick at least three flowers and give them to someone else or put them in a vase by your bed and dream sweetly. In the morning you will either see those beautiful reminders of God's love for you, or you will remember how blessed you've made someone feel by honoring them with flowers, either way, you will feel better. To your health!

Monday, June 27, 2011

A Simple Day; Living in the Season


"Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit."
– Henry David Thoreau

I'm just loving the fresh raspberries that are in season right now, and making fresh raspberry pie is one of my favorite milestones that marks the beginning of summer. Each season brings with it a list of my favorite things, and each day, no matter how trying, has beauty in it (although the tears of stormy thoughts can blur its brilliance). Today's summer day caught me lying on our lounge chair, trying to read, but immensely engrossed by the industrious humming of a great number of bumble bees in my blue ceanothus flowers. The bee's back-leg-pollen-baskets were full and they seemed to try to finish up and fly off to empty their load, but the lure of just one more flower kept them anchored until the bees could hardly move from the weight of their golden treasures.



The hum of the bees was so intense, each time I tried to read, I found myself yet again watching their progress. As I watched, another sound entered the back yard.  This one was a loud scratching sound, like something chewing through wood. I got up and walked to the back fence, turning my ear towards the sound and after several minutes of listening I realized the sound was above my head in our birdhouse.  We had tired of wasps building nests inside and even found a dead squirrel once, so we had stapled black netting to the four entrances to this 4-plex.  I looked up and found that one of  the mesh guards over a door had been chewed clear through and by the sound of it, something big was going down inside.  The sound of wood being chewed continued and I watched and waited to find out just who our bold new homesteader was.
Finally, my patience was rewarded and out popped a head from the other side of the 4-plex.  This ambitious little guy had turned the house into a single family dwelling, complete with a newly opened back door.
Our newest resident.

Now, several weeks ago I noticed a sweet little brown rabbit hopping around our backyard.  He would dart into our rock wall or under the deck if I came too close, visiting several times over a couple of weeks. Well, today must have been our day for visitors because look who my husband found around my rose bed.....
Hmmm...I wonder if this cute little brown bunny could be the answer to my rose bush debacle last year? (For those who would like a reminder, please read: "Mystery Dinner Guest" June 2010, for the full story) I have now employed the help of my nine year old grandson to come up with a bunny trap that wouldn't harm the bunny, but give us the opportunity for relocation.

I love all the sights, sounds, flavors, scents and textures of summer!  As my flowers bloom out they feel like old friends saying 'hello' again.  My counter and fridge are filling with summer fruits and my husband (who is part fruit-bat), seems to leave the kitchen every hour with at least three varieties. 

Being mindful of the blessings of each day of each season, helps keep my eyes, heart, and soul in a more positive place, a practice that will give glory to God and helps me be someone He might want to hang around inside. Recently, the ache of my arthritic knees and neck have brought the dreaded word, "surgery" to two of my doctor's lips, and as I work through physical therapy and cortisone shots, days like today make all that cranky stuff, just kind of fade into the background. God is good.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Tulips, Spring's Celebration!



"I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June."

- L. M. Montgomery

It has to be said, I have had the most glorious collection of tulips this year than any that have ever been under my care!  To my handful of readers in the Netherlands, I hope my photos will honor your wonderful contribution to the flower kingdom, and I thank you with all my heart!


Last fall, I planted a couple hundred or so of promising tulip bulbs with the thought that they would be like trumpets of color shouting "Spring is here!" to all that drove up our street. I was thrilled to see that the tulips exceeded my expectations in every way.  I can't say there were throngs of people lined up to see their triumphant entry or even comment much on them, but I felt in my heart the tulips had brightened my neighbor's world as much as they have mine. How couldn't they, I mean really?


I love the feathery margins on the red tulips and the spirited striations on the yellow/red. And just to make sure they weren't missed they grew to a towering 32 inches tall! Oh, the glory of it all!
These sweet little pink tulips were blooming on Easter and were small and dainty. As they matured their petals filled out until they almost resembled a peony and deepened in color to a warm coral.
And just in case you were wondering, I have had tulips for over two months! In fact, they are just now on their way out,  just in time for my other trustworthy flowers to take their turn in the sun (and rain).  Each colorful tulip has given me so much joy and I found myself shamelessly hovered over their blossoms and beautiful thick green leaves (some of which were striped decadently in white), noticing every nuance of change through out their growing season .  I will not even apologize for my tulip groupie-ness, they are my newest favorite flower and I unabashedly love them and put them right up there with my long-standing favorite, the bearded iris. Then of course there are the dazzlingly show-stopping colors, textures and variety of dahlias.. don't even get me started on roses...my new relationship with 'Ladies Mantle', and oh,my burgeoning love for the peony...


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

This is My Father's World




This Is My Father's World


This is my Father's world,

and to my listening ears

all nature sings, and round me rings

the music of the spheres.

This is my Father's world:

I rest me in the thought

of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;

his hand the wonders wrought.

 

This is my Father's world,

the birds their carols raise,

the morning light, the lily white,

declare their maker's praise.

This is my Father's world:

he shines in all that's fair;

in the rustling grass I hear him pass;

he speaks to me everywhere.

 

This is my Father's world.

O let me ne'er forget

that though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father's world:

why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!

God reigns; let the earth be glad!

The first time I heard this hymn, I couldn't believe how perfectly the author had voiced the emotions in my heart when I looked upon God's creation.  My eyes filled with tears and my hand reached out while singing, wishing I could hold God's hand as I praised Him.  The precious few times I have heard it sung, my response has been the same. I think, in fact, it is my personal anthem.

When I see nature, I see God's love. "In rocks and trees, of skies and seas; his hand the wonders wrought". The wonders of his creation never cease to amaze me. As a young mother I would constantly point out to my children the intricacies of God's design.  As a teacher I have written entire units over a single plant or animal and the perfection of it's design.  All my children are talented artists in various mediums, which blesses my heart because I see that they have learned the beauty in details, a perfect reflection of God's intent.

When I have friends or family walk with me around my humble little flower gardens, a few have responded something like, "You showed me this last week".  But oh how much they have missed!  Don't they see there are more colors now then last week? Don't they see how this leaf is ruby red with the sun specifically shining down on it from the south right now? Don't they see how the lily is "declaring the maker's praise"? 


"In the rustling grass, I hear him pass; he speaks to me everywhere." Sometimes a gentle breeze blows a leaf or a textured grass just enough for it to catch my eye, sometimes a flash of a brightly colored bird or butterfly captures my attention and all I can do is say, "Praise you Lord"! "He speaks to me everywhere".



At times when my heart is afraid, I feel God sends me a beautiful reminder of how much I'm loved, perhaps through the soaring large wings of a majestic bald eagle or an osprey over our home. "Oh let me ne'er forget that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet". When the rain pours and the wind howls, God shows me His strength and magnificence and I am humbled.



"This is my Father's world: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King ; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad"!

















































Friday, April 29, 2011

Weeds, You Can't Live With Them and You Can't Live Without Them.


"A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows."


- Doug Larson
 
I haven't posted for awhile, life, and weeds of all kinds have been filling my days.  Several weeks ago, in just three days time, I pulled 700 pounds of weeds from my flower beds!  I know their weight because the  quantity of weeds were far in excess of the capacity of my two lowly compost bins and had to be brought to the dump. At the dump they were weighed and apparently were assessed as very valuable because I had to pay the dump a great sum of money to store them. 
 
Weeds are insidious, invasive, pervasive, life-sucking pests that were put here by God when Adam and Eve sinned, "Cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it.  It will produce thorns and thistles for you and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food." Genesis 3: 17-19. So it would seem, we will never see the end of weeds.
 

The weeds in my little piece of earth that cause me the most problems either have the word, "creeping" in front of it or at least start with the letter C.  The weed above is a creeping buttercup and its delightful trick is to spray seeds in your eyes and in all directions when given a tug (note: Can you find the blueberry bush in the above photo?). I also have weeds named: Creeping oxalis, creeping charlie, cat's ear and chickweed, to name a few.
 
 
Anyone see a euphorbia or a blanket flower anywhere?

After some weeding a Euphorbia appears.
 
Weeds will choke the life and light from a plant in every conceivable way.  A good gardener will always be in the garden weeding.When the weed eradication effort started this spring, I was in a dismal mood, seriously re-thinking whether I really wanted to pursue the "pleasures" of gardening. 
 
Sure there were quite a few earthworms showing me how improved my soil was, but the sheer task of even making a dent in the wilds of my back yard was daunting and my body was fighting the exercise needed for the job at every turn.  If you have ever observed how a giraffe drinks water, you can picture how I weed.  I have two bum knees and since I'm fairly flexible in my weeding muscles, I just assume giraffe position, bend down and pick weeds upside down.  After awhile my head throbs, my back hurts and my hands go numb.
 
However, something happens to me when the weeds are tamed to a reasonable few, and the wanted plants are visible once more...I get that craving, that gnawing in my soul to be a part of God's spring renewal and I plant even more flowers, prune back old wood, weed more weeds, fertilize, bait slugs, and generally proclaim war on anything that threatens my beautiful plants. I am hooked once more. A gardeners life for me.

Its hard for me to weed without seeing a metaphor underneath my head.  The sin in my life is so like the weeds I hate.  They are insidious and will find every possible way to claim the rich soil in my heart as theirs.  I pulled 700 pounds of weeds in three days time. If my own sins were weighed, the back of our little truck wouldn't be able to get mine to the dump.  I keep pulling up one kind of sin and seeds of others pop out in all directions.  Some of my sins have such a spreading root system that it looks like there will never be a way cleanse my soul. But that is the good news!  Jesus already has done that for me.  Yes, there will always be weeds, but thanks to what Jesus did on the cross, I will always be forgiven, and there will always be a way to get rid of the weeds and grow a healthier heart. I can be a sweet smelling flower if I do enough weeding, and I am one thankful gardener for the opportunity.



"The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in his Heaven—

All's right with the world!"

- Robert Browning, The Year's at the Spring









Monday, February 28, 2011

Getting in Shape for Gardening, and other Good Reasons.

As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17

Recently I read a "Maxine" card where this tough old lady quipped, that she felt, "a good figure is when everything droops at the same rate". After reading the card, I looked down and realized my standards for being in shape had drooped drastically over the last few years and it really was time to do something about it.

So, with a couple of friends encouraging me, I enrolled in a "Fitness Two" class in my community. "Fitness One" was at an awkward time, but I figured I could adapt to the challenges of a more advanced class, and signed right up.  I live in a 55 and up community and although I have a couple of years before I arrive at that magical age (I married up), I am constantly finding out not to underestimate the strength, endurance and flexibility of the "mature" woman.  Case in point, my new class.  

My teacher  is a gorgeous woman with an enviable figure that hasn't even thought about drooping in anyway.  Her hair is puffed and perfect before and after class.  Her make-up is impeccable and I've never seen her look anything but happy and sweat free. Besides having no traceable body fat, she has no lines on her face or even age spots (my nemesis), and brace yourself...she has a daughter my age!  

Our class consists of an hour of aerobics that include weights, stretch bands, balls, and yoga mats.  I consider the weights wonderful training for lifting heavy bags of manure and compost, and I lift those little four pound dumbbells with anticipation and fervor as I imagine them to be 50 pounds of manure  that I'm hoisting with ease and agility come spring. However, there are some moves we do in class that will only be utilized in the garden for special circumstances. Such as the move below that is probably used while weeding and one that I like to call, "Good grief that's a snake"!


The teacher executes the above pose by holding her insteps, then while keeping her knees straight, she smiles and talks about what she did over the weekend. I have a wonderful base for this (read wide bottom), but can't seem to get my legs straight even while holding my knees.  Once I make my bold two-leg-up effort, I invariably end up rolling backward with my legs in the air. I keep telling myself that I need to practice this move at home so I will be able to stay upright, but since it isn't a pose I usually incorporate into my day, I keep forgetting.

Another special circumstances pose we do is one that is obviously used to fake out pill bugs when wanting to sneak up on them. I'm assuming, if done correctly, one would be able to lull them into a false sense of security by having them think a long-lost giant family member was just curled up for a snooze while in town.  Then, when you have them totally convinced, you uncurl yourself, jump to your feet and stomp their little guts out.  Here is the pose done by our teacher and myself.


The correct method to accomplish this move is to lie down with your legs straight.  Then, oh so slowly with legs together, you bring your legs over your head and rest your feet on the mat above your head, its just that simple.  I have had some issues with this move.  The first issue is that I have a round tummy that works as a barrier that precludes the possibility of my legs moving any further than straight up in the air.  I have tried unsuccessfully to lift my bottom/hips with my hands in hope of propelling my legs forward and moving beyond my 90 degree angle.  However, I have found I am not yet strong enough to lift or even budge this problem area, so I end up looking around and marveling at about 24 mature pill bugs curled up with their feet above their head and ready to spring into action. A thing of beauty.

In some poses, the teacher works with our breathing.  On my first day of class while lying on my back with my legs up and trying to get my head to my knees, I thought her instruction to "let out all our air", was an inspired and wonderful idea, however she apparently needed to be more specific. I'm working on that one too.

The aerobic portion of our class is like tap dancing, meets, disco, meets, boxing.  I am glued to the teacher's moves, and try with everything in me to mirror what she is doing.  I have found that if I am thinking of anything else at all, I will end of shuffling around trying to keep up. So, I watch, and make approximations of the moves in hopes of actually closing in on all the steps some wonderful day.

I sweat so much during my class that my pony tail drips and my shirt sticks to me.  I bring a washcloth to blot the sweat, but I learned its important to bring a colored one since the little "vanity" make-up I apply before class is usually around my chin after the first twenty minutes.  I thought if I just applied a little foundation, and a touch of waterproof mascara to my top eyelashes...and lipstick, I could get through the class with some dignity intact.  However, waterproof mascara is not sweat proof and I usually look like a prize fighter at the end. 

After class all the ladies grab a cup of coffee and we sit around and gab for about an hour. This little ritual has become as important and beneficial to me as the exercise class. I have lived in our development for four years now and I'm meeting these women for the first time.  It is a joy to hear about their lives and as I do, I feel my life getting larger, and some of the heaviness of this last year already seems lighter. My body has a very long way to go, but I know it will wake up eventually and rise to the occasion.  We weren't meant to soldier through our lives without camaraderie and our bodies need to be strong to meet the demands of our lives. I'm finally paying attention to these areas, and I'm excited for the changes.

The picture below was taken in Kauai in 2004 and I was a year into the beginning of my "droop" period.  I'm using it as my phase one inspiration photo.